[Seeing Fraser like this was enough to get Ray grinning stupidly too, his friend's happiness being his own. He supposes that's always been true of them, matching up so that what made one angry did the same for the other, when one argued the other would follow, when one laughed so did the other, and myabe he should stop relying and feeding off Fraser so much, but he can't help needing that sort of assurance from another.
At first he considers whether they should at least offer up one dance for the crowd, but then he realises that neither of them have anything to prove. If people want to gawk at two guys enjoying each others company then they can fuck off, Fraser is his and he should be allowed to steal him away two dance in private. He's not trying to hide anything except hide Fraser from prying eyes.
By the time they're at the doors Fraser is pulling him in for a kiss, and this time Ray's ready to respond, head tilting and pushing forward as he keeps right along with that middle ground as they stumble through the hallway. His feet suffer for their awkward placement, but he'll blame Fraser's leading for that considering the few toes that are trod on during their scramble to the elevator.
He considers their current kiss nothing but a warm up, even as Fraser turns it up a notch. The ding of the elevator is his starter pistol, catching sight of the doors opening over Fraser's shoulder and using that moment to push his weight into his partner, shoving him straight for the rear wall of the elevator. His hand only briefly reaches out to fumble for the buttons, feeling out for roughly the right floor and mashing several others in the process. He doesn't care, they're in no hurry, not when he's got Benton like this.
Seconds later his arms are around his partner and he's pushing forward with his tongue, urgent and eager, trying to use his weight to keep Fraser pinned while he desperately tries to reciprocate just some of the wildness his partner had shown him in that corridor.
He could be wild too, wild like the back streets of Chicago, where there were no rules and only the strongest survived. His wild was a dog eat dog kind of nature, just like Canada's wilderness, and while trees and rivers were replaced with apartment blocks and alleyways, the urgency for survival was still there, just as strong as ever. Ray had that urgency, that spark for life and love and passion, and he was willing to share every bit of it with his friend, just like all those times he'd shown him through the dive bars and shady back alley dealers. He could teach Fraser the Chicago way and he was more than willing to learn all about the Canadian way.]
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At first he considers whether they should at least offer up one dance for the crowd, but then he realises that neither of them have anything to prove. If people want to gawk at two guys enjoying each others company then they can fuck off, Fraser is his and he should be allowed to steal him away two dance in private. He's not trying to hide anything except hide Fraser from prying eyes.
By the time they're at the doors Fraser is pulling him in for a kiss, and this time Ray's ready to respond, head tilting and pushing forward as he keeps right along with that middle ground as they stumble through the hallway. His feet suffer for their awkward placement, but he'll blame Fraser's leading for that considering the few toes that are trod on during their scramble to the elevator.
He considers their current kiss nothing but a warm up, even as Fraser turns it up a notch. The ding of the elevator is his starter pistol, catching sight of the doors opening over Fraser's shoulder and using that moment to push his weight into his partner, shoving him straight for the rear wall of the elevator. His hand only briefly reaches out to fumble for the buttons, feeling out for roughly the right floor and mashing several others in the process. He doesn't care, they're in no hurry, not when he's got Benton like this.
Seconds later his arms are around his partner and he's pushing forward with his tongue, urgent and eager, trying to use his weight to keep Fraser pinned while he desperately tries to reciprocate just some of the wildness his partner had shown him in that corridor.
He could be wild too, wild like the back streets of Chicago, where there were no rules and only the strongest survived. His wild was a dog eat dog kind of nature, just like Canada's wilderness, and while trees and rivers were replaced with apartment blocks and alleyways, the urgency for survival was still there, just as strong as ever. Ray had that urgency, that spark for life and love and passion, and he was willing to share every bit of it with his friend, just like all those times he'd shown him through the dive bars and shady back alley dealers. He could teach Fraser the Chicago way and he was more than willing to learn all about the Canadian way.]